Don’t look
The speed is fabulous
Don’t look
Even God is curious
And as wheels burn
My Body lifts
Soul turns electric
The shadows melt
Hello, my Sin
Embrace me, Heaven
Reach out
With your electric hands
“…don’t come yet…”
Please stop the moment now
The lace between us fire up
It burns as leather
Your breath delicious on my skin
It feels like feathers
Don’t speak-
Your hand’s intelligent-
Please scream
Retur our bodies back
“So what to serve you, Ser, for dinner-
maybe coffe?
Two bullets and the three last words
ss all I can”
Hello, my Sin
Hello, my Sin-
Your body’s poetry
January 2014
mrscyanide 